Being in the tower was familiar—considering it was where he’d done a large portion of his life’s work before becoming an Avenger. It was just renamed, with a logo at the top of it that helped put the world at ease. If the people in New York, and the rest of the world slept easier at night because of the logo; it was a win. While split, the team was still effective. What was left of it, anyway. Between distress calls and missions to isolate potential global threats, nothing out
of the ordinary had happened. Steve was still hiding, and a lot of the other former Avengers had been in hiding. Vision was part of the Unity Division, splitting his time between teams. It meant more privacy, but less manpower on demand. At least he wasn’t phasing through anymore walls.
Tony was in the middle of looking at a particular file in his lab—Steve’s file, clearly. It was his Government file, and all the reasons he was wanted by the Government were clearly defined. Neither of them would ever forget what went down in that old Hydra base. Tony thought about that day often in the aftermath, along with the letter that was sent to him by the former Avenger. Did Tony regret his actions? No—anyone in that situation would have had an outburst. In retrospect it was easy to judge; but he also had to admit that it had been a set-up. The team was divided now, and it wasn’t for the better.
His dark hues scanned over the file, as Tony leaned back; digits running through the stubble on his face. The only thing that broke him out of his focus was the familiar female voice of FRIDAY.
”Boss, it looks like you have visitor,” she chirped out loud, from one of the nearby monitors. He didn’t have to ask to see the live surveillance feed, FRIDAY brought up the holographic image instantly. In his excuse for mild shock, Tony frowned and crossed his arms; brows raising in surprise. It wasn’t every day that Black Widow returned from the void of nothingness. ”Natasha Romanoff is attempting to enter the tower. How shall I proceed?”
”She isn’t exactly the subtle type, is she? Nat knows this place is on lock down—she wants to be seen,” his chocolate hues focused on the image; tracing over the image of the redhead, arms crossed. ”Can’t say we haven’t missed her. She stabbed me in the back, sure, but,” it rolled off his tongue easy. Too easy, but Tony shrugged it off. It was over a year ago; she had her reasons, and he had his. Choices were made.
”It appears that Wanda Maximoff is allowing her inside."
The subtle update didn’t surprise Tony. He’d let them make small-talk. Natasha wouldn’t show up at their headquarters to cause trouble, he trusted the spy that much. ”Let them proceed with their conversation, or whatever. Also remind me to never put Maximoff on security detail.” It was a casual toss as he exited the lab, and started towards the elevator.
”Happy wouldn’t have let her in—even with the red hair,” it was a low grumble, as the billionaire called the elevator.
It wasn’t long after Wanda had answered Natasha that Tony emerged from behind her—moments after stepping onto the floor. He’d picked up on the tail end of their conversation, and invited himself into it the moment he had the chance.
”Wrong answer, Maximoff. Daddy’s always watching,” Tony chimed in from the side, sporting slacks, vest, and dark red tie. One hand slipped into his pocket, as he looked between the two females. ”I was in the lab—Friday alerted me that we had a guest. I saw the red hair, sans the leather suit and decided to come play greeter.” His gaze turned from Wanda, to Natasha—as a coy grin played onto his face. ”Hard beat old habits, isn't it Romanoff?” it was as friendly as he could be from the get-go, regardless of what her intentions were. ”Can’t wait to hear this story—I bet it’s a good one,” the opposite hand slipped into his pockets, as he gestured for the two of them to join him inside. ”You look like you could freshen up. The whole sweatshirt thing isn’t attractive on you. I haven’t touched your stuff or anything—as much as I probably should have,” Tony was already starting towards the elevator as he tossed the comment over his shoulder.
”Meet me in war room when you’re ready to talk,” he didn’t care if Wanda decided to join or not—but he’d be waiting for Natasha when she was ready.